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2023-12-28
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Seriously Losing It

Summary:

The Guardian and Savathûn have been fighting for days. Exhausted and on the verge of losing, the Guardian debates how to escape.

However, underneath Savathûn’s foot is a dangerous place to be when a shame boner hit…

Notes:

Dedicated to a friend.

Chapter Text

My gun slipped from my hands as my back hit the floor painfully, helmet colliding with rocks that did not cushion my fall.

 

I could hear my Ghost crying out inside my helmet but my head swam in a lake of mush. I could barely see in front of me, a monstrous foot coming down to land on my chest.

 

Looking up, I made eye contact. Savathûn, the Hive Witch Queen, stared back down at me with a smirk on her lips. “My, Guardian… falling for me, already?”

 

My teeth bared under my helmet and I attempted to push her foot off my chest. My Super was not even half way full of light and no abilities could save me, if I were to be killed. Ghost would not survive the resurrection process, he’d be caught.

 

“Get off me!” I feebly struggled, pushing at her claws with both hands.

 

She chuckled. She was mocking me. I felt so humiliated as the one Guardian selected to defeat this legendary alien.

 

Savathûn opened her mouth once again before pausing. I turned my gaze up to look at her, she was staring intently down beneath her ankle. My gaze followed hers to my bent knees and to the embarrassing bulge between my legs.

 

Oh, Traveller… just kill me now…

 

I could feel my face erupting into all shades of pink and I pushed at the claws once again, my legs kicking out until the bulge pressed against the heel of Savathûn.

 

A grunt left me at the sudden friction and my panic only worsened.

 

Mocking laughter left the monster above me and she pushed her heel down, catching my erection and making me gasp. I almost choked on the drool that began to pool in my mouth.

 

“My! For a light-bearer to be so sinful… Guardian, did you not have time to even…” She leaned down to laugh in my face, “rub one out?”

 

My head dropped to my chest and I felt my arms slacken. I was going to die in abject misery and embarrassment… all I could hope was that she would not tell the next set of Guardians of my final moments…

 

The Witch Queen chuckled once again before her foot left my chest. It rested between my side and my arm, leaving me trapped underneath her as she looked down at me. She had the gaze of a pleased cat as she used her heels to pin my armour to the ground.

 

“Guardian, oh, Guardian… we have spent many moons fighting one another.” She began, crouching low. I could feel the heat of her body as she completely covered me, her wings spread around the floor to hide us from the world. 

 

“Just kill me…”

 

“Oh, now why would I do that?” Her face dipped low to meet mine. “To my favourite guardian?”

 

My heart stopped in my chest as I watched the Witch Queen’s body shrink above me. Her body compacted into a nearly human size, more like a Cabal than a human. Her knees rested on the ground as her thigh gripped my hips, her claws rapidly familiarising themselves with my chest as she hunted for the straps to unlock them.

 

My mouth was dried now and a primal fear caught me. She was intending something far worse than death for me.

 

She grasped at my helmet and lifted it, taking a strong look at my metallic skin.

 

“Wait-“

 

“Hush, Guardian. Just enjoy your last moments as I give you a final mercy.” Savathûn leaned in close and caught my lips between her own. Metal met teeth furiously as she fought her way into my mouth.

 

I grunted, my hands latching onto her hips and stabilising myself into the hard ground. “Stop-!”

 

Her tongue elongated into my mouth and wrapped around my own, far too long for my mind to trick myself into thinking it was human. Her sharpened teeth held my tongue in place as hers explored my mouth, down my throat and gagging me in place.

 

I could feel the arousal take me when her claws, her hands, began to paw at my legs. She skilfully unbuckled the belt and my blood froze when she gripped my cock between her fingers.

 

My hips jerked and her own held me down. She pulled back from our kiss and licked at her mouth, panting in my face with coy eyes.

 

“Guardian…” She cooed, “just enjoy it… I will… oh, to hell with it. Guardian, I’m going to gag on your cock.”

 

My dick twitched within her clutches and I just meekly nodded. She chuckled, briefly looking down at my hardened cock and licking her lips. I could see her raise her hips and just briefly my cock vanished, but I knew where it was.

 

Just as I had kissed her upper lips, her lower ones kissed my dick if just briefly and I clutched at her hips. I dropped my head into the crook of her shoulder and did not contain the whimper that escaped my throat. Pathetic was all you could use to explain me.

 

The Witch Queen laughed once more before her hips left mine and she crouched before me, nestling her face against my leaking appendage and suddenly her tongue flickered out to clean the mess she left.

 

She hummed, sharp teeth widened in glee before kissing it. I flinched, hands resting on the boned crown on her head and whispered pleading words.

 

All I could do was beg as she slipped my cock between her teeth and nibbled at it, lapping up the juices that I could not hold back. I cried when her teeth nipped into a sensitive part - thankfully it was as metallic as the rest of me. 

 

Savathûn’s eyes lit up at my pain before the trio disappeared with her dipping head, her teeth meeting the base of my cock before sliding back up to kiss the tip.

 

She repeated the motion, briefly moaning at the sensation before she left my wet cock in the air and kissed at my balls. Her elongated tongue stretched from her mouth, my dick resting on the Queen’s face, and wrapped around it. 

 

I watched, unable to do anything truly.

 

If I was to be honest… I was overjoyed that I was getting the best head of my life before the end of said life.

 

Her tongue flickered briefly and began tightening before slipping down to the base and rising.

 

My head fell backwards and I whimpered, crying out with each thrust of her tongue. I could feel her teeth clacking against my balls and I knew she was tempting to kiss them, stimulate them, anything! 

 

I was coming undone beneath the Witch Queen and my fingers began to ache where they latched onto her crown.

 

I whispered prayers to the above when she lifted her head and went down on me again, covering her already warm tongue with a blasted heat that almost melted me.

 

Her mouth was warm, wet, and delightful. She hummed around my cock and pulled back, drool dripping down onto my thighs.

 

“My… I am rather impressed that you have not cum yet, Guardian. Perhaps I should try… a different approach.”

 

Suddenly my back was on the floor and Savathûn rested on her knees above me. My eyes widened as I watched her seductively slide away her armour.

 

Before me was the Witch Queen’s barest nether regions, the lightest shade of green I have seen on a Hive greeted me as she stretched herself out.

 

One of her hands grabbed my cock roughly and once again, the tip and her lips kissed as she aligned herself above me. She grinned down at me and before I could scramble to find the words, her hips met my own.

 

She moaned as I thrashed, grabbing at the ground beneath us and rapidly bucking up into her as I tried to escape.

 

“Oh… oh, yes… perfect…” She whispered.

 

It was too hot! It was too soft! 

 

“I want you to make me a new generation, Guardian.”

 

Her walls tightened around me and despite the gummy texture, I could feel the size dent slightly at the tightness. Savathûn’s head rocked backwards as her hips went forwards, sliding up and down my cock like a well practised whore.

 

Her thighs gripped my hips and her lips met the cracks beneath my metallic skin, juices flowing down into the wires beneath as she rode me. My hands reached up to grab into the strong flesh of her outer thigh, only to have them swatted away. 

 

“Not until I have had my fill.” The Witch Queen demanded, sliding my cock even further into her pussy. I could see the stretched out skin, she had not done this in a very long time.

 

She slid my cock between her folds as it slipped out, before pushing it back in and smirking at me. Helpless, I felt. Close, I also felt.

 

My body trembled as I was at the Queen’s mercy, not even allowed to thrust into her. She held me down as her own personal dildo.

 

“Cum! Cum inside, you vapid beast!” She snarled.

 

To her, I was nothing more than a fat dick ready to be taken.

 

The Queen grunted quietly as she lifted a leg up in front of her, providing me a delicious sight on my cock rapidly disappearing into her folds. Despite being an alien, she felt the exact same as a human woman.

 

I attempted to watch her chest but no breasts gave me luck and instead I continued to watch my dick slide strongly into Hive royalty. Her walls tightened and suddenly her other leg copied the same position.

 

She gripped onto my knees as she thrusted down onto me, giving me a show as she cried out. My cock stretched her far more than she was used too, I could tell.

 

“Oh, Gods! Impregnate me!”

 

As the Queen lost her mind on my cock, I reached a hand up to pet her pussy.

 

She weakly swatted my hand away but I persisted, rubbing at the space I believed a clitorus to be. Her thighs shook and suddenly the unbelievable heat on my cock began to tense, my tip beginning to kiss an inner ring inside.

 

“Yes! Yes, cum in me!” Her pussy clenched around me and I could feel it milk at my cock. “Make me a mother!”

 

Her womb kissed my cock repeatedly as she rode from her high, bouncing until her thighs gave out and she landed entirely full sheath on me.

 

“Why…” She whispered, clutching at my armour. “Why did you not cum… are you impotent…”

 

I watched the Queen begin to catch her breath and felt her walls begin to loosen. 

 

It was my turn to have a go at her.